THE haunted heart beseeches me: It cries to my soul: "Winter has come... With what a withering the wind blows! And the gray twilight is bleak, though the lamplighter opens blossoms of white in the air... "Wanderer, return! Go to where the hearth is warm and the faces crowd: Hearken to the calling of the children!" So the haunted heart beseeches me, But from my heart I turn my face And continue my lonely journey into the sombre dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD LEM by STERLING ALLEN BROWN THE TRANSLATION by MARK VAN DOREN PORTRAIT OF A LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE JAY WALKER by BERTON BRALEY OCTOBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE PARDONER'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |